The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1887-07-31

little being, whose small, rosy face lighted
with baby happiness on feeling the caress
of its mothers arms.
My baby, my boy" murnured the
Young mother, clasplnS the tlny form Sently
to her breast.
o, the joy the rapture! She bad been
happy bcfore-but was she not supremacy
best now she had her child to love alsof
Sir Arthur from his studio heard the i'll
FAINT wall and fastened softly to his wife
and child: and, kissing Nora fondly knelt
by her side in proud JOY gazing at TINS new
tic that bound them SO much more closely
together.
Husband! o, my husband, he is ours
Is he not lovelyn exclaimed Nora, raptur-
ouSly.
Yes, my darling, ours-to unite us more
closely!n replied the young man, taking the
tiny baby hand tenderly IN his larger one,
while the little one cooed as If 1t already
understood the bond it was between the
young parents
1t was indeed theirs-Arthur and Nora
and never was such a baby-and never
were such proud happy parents-the young
father left his studio every few minutes to
see how his son and heir Jared and lest his
sweet Young wife should oVertaX her
strength.
And Nora so happy was she in this her
new possession that she feared TO trust him
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noyance of that faithful individual.
The infant was his father again rs far as
its infantile features would show--its hair
and ewes were Enthusiastically his--and Nora
reioiced that it was so-she knew that the
child being SO decidedly a BeaconsHeld
united her more closely TO her much-lored
husband, and she hoped that some day the
boy would be a bond of union between the
Earl and Sin Arthur.
Iolf in, no. nhaiv CHI
down upon the little child she holds III her
arms. The tiny head nestles against her
heaving breast; the pouting lips OF the baby
mouth are slightly parted and the heavy
eyelids full of sleep. 1t is a real baby that
lies in those sheltering arms dainty and soft,
with all q babys lovelineSs and all the baby
mystery and majesty in its face.
Is it any wonder then that the young
artist father worshipped at the shrine of this
lovely Madonna-likc mother and her sweet
child?
Nora with her pale, sweet, plaintive face
never looked SO like a being from angelic
spheres than now--with the tiny babe fold
Ell fondly in her arms, and her azure blue
eyes lit with mother love mingled with
alteration for her hearts choice.
Should not Sir Arthur also be pardoned
if picture of the Holy Mother" and the
blessed Babe" from his studio should bear
unmistakable likeness to this earthly parent
and her infant boy.
If Arthur ever had feeling of regret for
his low-bOrn marriage, or q WISH that he had
not offended his proud father and remained
in his paternal home, that regret, that wish
was forever diSpelled.
The joyful news of the birth of her
grandson was speedily sent to the Countess;
whose heart overlooked with happiness for
the Joy of her children. And this first
grandchild, although shut off from the hon
ors due his birth, did not lack magnificent
presents sent by its dear grandmother and
Margaret.
The christening robe was marvel of in
| tricate and beautiful needlewOrk and lace;
and if the ceremony could have been per
formed in the old Norman church in the
! Beaconsfield estate where generation after
generation of heirs to the Earldom had been
| presented III their infancy amid the reJOic-
ings of the people nothing would have been
| wanting. But as it was, there We're neither
| god-fathers nor god-mothers such as Sir Ar
| thur would wish to have
But that difficulty was to be obviated in
| an unexpected way.
| 1t was a beautiful balmy day and Sir Ar
thur was working in his studio on new
| picture. ~ IL
Nora was in the mysterious room which
we win style tie nursery, lulling her baby
| boy to Sleep when a knock at the studio
door ushered in an English gentleman of
, noble presence.
Arthur advanced to meet his visitor,
when with glad cry he sprang forward
and grasped the protfered hand of Lord
Dudly
my dear boy, am glad to see you" ex-
claimed his friend with much emotion.
Sir Arthurs feelings were so intense that
| for a few moments he could not utter a
sound; but at last SURPRISING the choking
sensation in his throat replied:
And |, my kind friend-what can | say
of the joy feel in meeting you thus"
"Ah, my young friend Your friends
have not all deserted you yet. Had | have
| known where to find you l should have
sought you long ere this" replied Lord
| Dudly
And you found me howr asked Sir Ar
thur, leading his welcome guest to a scat
on a divan.
Found you? How" repeated his lord
ship, lifting his eyebrows i'll mock surprise.
why, my young friend, if your father re
fuses to know his sons whereabouts the
world does not"
"Ahr' exclaimed Sir Arthur, in astonish-
ment ''The world! What mean you, my
| friend"
well, this is .modcsty, must confess.
| Why, Arthur, my boy do you not know
that the papers and art journals are raving
about the famous young aftlStg And that
tourists from England return with glowing
| accounts of the young painter at Florence
and his angelic wife,
A flush of gratifed pride overspread the
young artists face, and he looked into his
| friends eyes with glad smile Lighting up
his handsome face
Il thank you, my friend, for this happy
intelligence"
"And l am glad most happy! both for
your sake and your sweet, young wife's,"
replied Lord Dudly.
Tho friends conversed long and earnestly
over the events of the past, and Sir Ar
thur learned for the first time his fathers
matrimonial plans for him, and understood
the full bitterness Of the disappointment
but, my friend, my father scarcely ex-
pected me TO marry wife that he did not
know lovcd" said the young man, as his
friend finished his account.
"My boy, with your father as with many
moro, interest is of more weight than love"
II believe it," responded the young man
with sigh. LADY Betty, did she know
and look forward TO the alliancef'
eyes, | believe she did; but from the ac-
counts / have heard of her successes in
London and of the attentions of certain
Count do not think she Is heart-broken
over the loss" replied Lord Dudly
81 should hope not" responded Sir Ar
thur. with an amused smile. But come,
nv friend--come into the house and be pre-
sentnd TO my wife, exclaimed the young